Kara and her bell
Da Story Dare of Kara and her bell
By JellybeanChiChi
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Someone who is '"kind of a writer" (me) offers these original Christmas stories, which revolve around an instrument. I bought four instruments at the Dollar Store and then thought of a story using the instrument as a prompt. This prompt -- a bell.
Hope you enjoy :-)
Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays.
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Dare's a nice, ole, town dare named St. Rose in Upper Minnersota dat just loves bells. Every darn church in da town has a bell. In da center of da town, dare, stands a bell. And durin’ da holidays, dontcha know, every house, business and buildin’ is adorned with bells of all kinds dare, fer shure. Ta da townspeople of St. Rose, Christmas is a time for givin' tanks and ringin' bells dare.
And awll because of a quiet little girl named Kara.
Oh dat Kara was so sweet. Ya see dare, ta four-year-old Kara, winter was magical, oh fer shure. Snow fell on da ground and everyting in town looked like a big ole cake covered in white icin’.
It meant she could wear her gosh darn hat and sweater her grandmudder knitted, dat had been passed down from her mudder, ta her tree older sisters dare, and then ta little Kara. Yah, Kara could wear da scarf she watched her mudder make over da summer. And mittens. Kara loved her mittens, fer shure.
Bundled up from head ta toe, wit just da slits of her baby blue eyes showin', Kara would follow her big brudders ouside and watch as dey sled down hills and skated on a patch of ice near da center of town dare. She never tired of bein’ in da town square durin’ December, no siree, because dat dare was when da Christmas tree would be set up and decorated. Da long strands of garland dare; da big strings of light, oh fer shure; da perfectly pressed bows -- dey were all nice. But dare was one ting Kara loved da most.
"JINGLE BELLS!" she shouted happily as a man on a ladder put some rounded bells upon da tree dare.
"Well, hey dare, little one," he said ta Kara. "How bout you help me dare by pickin’ up some of dem dare bells fer me."
Kara happily complied and did as she was told. Oh dat Kara, such a good girl dare.
Dey were almost finished when one of da bells fell off da darn tree. So Kara picked it up and gave it ta da man ta put back on da tree dare.
It fell again.
And again, dontcha know.
And again.
Finally da man came down da ladder and went ta his work box dare. He got out a long piece of red string and beaded da bell upon it. Then he turned ta Kara and said, "Hey dare, you're such a good helper, I'm tinkin’ dare this bell was meant for you."
Kara took da bell like a prized possession. "Is dis mine for keeps?"
"Fer shure dare," da man replied with a smile.
Kara wore dat dare bell like a necklace. "Tank you, mister!" Kara dint always wear da necklace, but she never went anywhere witout it, fer shure.
Enso everyday after school she would go with her brudders ta da center of town. While dey played, Kara put on her bell necklace and stood by da tree. She loved ta listen ta da gentle breezes and soft winds dare, as dey made da bells of da tree and da bell around her neck chime.
Dare was no school on Christmas Eve so da boys and Kara left early for da center of town. An hour later, da skies turned gray, and in what seemed like a dang ole instant, da winds whipped around every corner and sleet came down in sheets, dontcha know.
Yah enso, Kara's brudders came down da hill fast and furious. Dey could barely see dare hands in front of dare faces, dontcha know.
"WHERE'S KARA?!!" da oldest exclaimed.
"I can't see her!" said his siblin’.
Da boys yelled in all directions. "KARA! KARA!! KARA!!!!" But dey heard nottin’ but da wind answer dare calls.
Frantic, dey went ta find help. In dare hearts dey had hoped dare little sister simply went home, but, oh, sadly, it wasn't da case. Kara's fadder came ta help in a search dat included a few police officers and local businessmen dare. Da storm was so fierce, dey could barely see or hear each udder.
Oh, it was terribly sad, dontcha know.
What dey could hear were church bells ringin' from da gusts of wind. Tinkin' of da bell upon little Kara's neck, her fadder instructed two of da boys go ta one church, and da other two go make dare way ta anudder church.
"Once you've searched dare, go home. I don't want you boys ta get lost too!"
"But dad," da oldest said. "We have ta find Kara!"
"If ya dont find her son, I will," dare fadder promised. Da boys went dare separate ways, dontcha know.
Along with da two churches da boys would search, dare were tree udders in town. Kara's fadder went ta each one, all da while dare yellin' Kara's name along da way. He roamed alone for 90 minutes dare. Poor man was exhausted. I mean really, he had da cows ta milk by hand dare. He didn’t have one of dem dare automatic milkin’ macheens.
But all dat didn’t matter. He was scared dare, fer shure. Where was his little girl?
"KARA! PLEASE! COME BACK TA DADDY!"
It was in da direction of group of bushes dat he heard a noise. Oh, it wasn't a whistle. And, no, it wasn't da wind.
It was a jingle. Fer shure.
He pulled away snow and torny branches, all da while da jingle continued. He wasn't sure what he saw first -- da shimmer from da bell or da glimmer of her baby's blue eyes.
He cradled her as he walked home ta family and townspeople who cheered at seein’ daddy and Kara. From dat point on, Kara's family made sure bells were a prominent part of Christmas as did da town of St. Rose, dontcha know.
Enso dat’s why da town loves bells, dare. Because da sound dey might spark a miracle. Fer shure.
DA END DARE
By JellybeanChiChi
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Someone who is '"kind of a writer" (me) offers these original Christmas stories, which revolve around an instrument. I bought four instruments at the Dollar Store and then thought of a story using the instrument as a prompt. This prompt -- a bell.
Hope you enjoy :-)
Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays.
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Dare's a nice, ole, town dare named St. Rose in Upper Minnersota dat just loves bells. Every darn church in da town has a bell. In da center of da town, dare, stands a bell. And durin’ da holidays, dontcha know, every house, business and buildin’ is adorned with bells of all kinds dare, fer shure. Ta da townspeople of St. Rose, Christmas is a time for givin' tanks and ringin' bells dare.
And awll because of a quiet little girl named Kara.
Oh dat Kara was so sweet. Ya see dare, ta four-year-old Kara, winter was magical, oh fer shure. Snow fell on da ground and everyting in town looked like a big ole cake covered in white icin’.
It meant she could wear her gosh darn hat and sweater her grandmudder knitted, dat had been passed down from her mudder, ta her tree older sisters dare, and then ta little Kara. Yah, Kara could wear da scarf she watched her mudder make over da summer. And mittens. Kara loved her mittens, fer shure.
Bundled up from head ta toe, wit just da slits of her baby blue eyes showin', Kara would follow her big brudders ouside and watch as dey sled down hills and skated on a patch of ice near da center of town dare. She never tired of bein’ in da town square durin’ December, no siree, because dat dare was when da Christmas tree would be set up and decorated. Da long strands of garland dare; da big strings of light, oh fer shure; da perfectly pressed bows -- dey were all nice. But dare was one ting Kara loved da most.
"JINGLE BELLS!" she shouted happily as a man on a ladder put some rounded bells upon da tree dare.
"Well, hey dare, little one," he said ta Kara. "How bout you help me dare by pickin’ up some of dem dare bells fer me."
Kara happily complied and did as she was told. Oh dat Kara, such a good girl dare.
Dey were almost finished when one of da bells fell off da darn tree. So Kara picked it up and gave it ta da man ta put back on da tree dare.
It fell again.
And again, dontcha know.
And again.
Finally da man came down da ladder and went ta his work box dare. He got out a long piece of red string and beaded da bell upon it. Then he turned ta Kara and said, "Hey dare, you're such a good helper, I'm tinkin’ dare this bell was meant for you."
Kara took da bell like a prized possession. "Is dis mine for keeps?"
"Fer shure dare," da man replied with a smile.
Kara wore dat dare bell like a necklace. "Tank you, mister!" Kara dint always wear da necklace, but she never went anywhere witout it, fer shure.
Enso everyday after school she would go with her brudders ta da center of town. While dey played, Kara put on her bell necklace and stood by da tree. She loved ta listen ta da gentle breezes and soft winds dare, as dey made da bells of da tree and da bell around her neck chime.
Dare was no school on Christmas Eve so da boys and Kara left early for da center of town. An hour later, da skies turned gray, and in what seemed like a dang ole instant, da winds whipped around every corner and sleet came down in sheets, dontcha know.
Yah enso, Kara's brudders came down da hill fast and furious. Dey could barely see dare hands in front of dare faces, dontcha know.
"WHERE'S KARA?!!" da oldest exclaimed.
"I can't see her!" said his siblin’.
Da boys yelled in all directions. "KARA! KARA!! KARA!!!!" But dey heard nottin’ but da wind answer dare calls.
Frantic, dey went ta find help. In dare hearts dey had hoped dare little sister simply went home, but, oh, sadly, it wasn't da case. Kara's fadder came ta help in a search dat included a few police officers and local businessmen dare. Da storm was so fierce, dey could barely see or hear each udder.
Oh, it was terribly sad, dontcha know.
What dey could hear were church bells ringin' from da gusts of wind. Tinkin' of da bell upon little Kara's neck, her fadder instructed two of da boys go ta one church, and da other two go make dare way ta anudder church.
"Once you've searched dare, go home. I don't want you boys ta get lost too!"
"But dad," da oldest said. "We have ta find Kara!"
"If ya dont find her son, I will," dare fadder promised. Da boys went dare separate ways, dontcha know.
Along with da two churches da boys would search, dare were tree udders in town. Kara's fadder went ta each one, all da while dare yellin' Kara's name along da way. He roamed alone for 90 minutes dare. Poor man was exhausted. I mean really, he had da cows ta milk by hand dare. He didn’t have one of dem dare automatic milkin’ macheens.
But all dat didn’t matter. He was scared dare, fer shure. Where was his little girl?
"KARA! PLEASE! COME BACK TA DADDY!"
It was in da direction of group of bushes dat he heard a noise. Oh, it wasn't a whistle. And, no, it wasn't da wind.
It was a jingle. Fer shure.
He pulled away snow and torny branches, all da while da jingle continued. He wasn't sure what he saw first -- da shimmer from da bell or da glimmer of her baby's blue eyes.
He cradled her as he walked home ta family and townspeople who cheered at seein’ daddy and Kara. From dat point on, Kara's family made sure bells were a prominent part of Christmas as did da town of St. Rose, dontcha know.
Enso dat’s why da town loves bells, dare. Because da sound dey might spark a miracle. Fer shure.
DA END DARE